Nora's POV
"We are going to have a perfectly mundane afternoon followed by thrilling paperwork at the bank, and then finally a steamy date night back in Chicago." I gaze up at James with a grin. "Or so help me."
"You might be tempting fate."
"Don't you dare jinx this."
His laughter rumbles through his chest. "Wouldn't agreeing with you be the real jinx?"
"I suppose that follows the same twisted logic behind telling performers to 'break a leg' instead of wishing them luck, right?"
"Perhaps. Though I don't put stock in jinxes. Curses, naturally. But hoping for good fortune isn't going to make the universe shift its plans."
"If only I possessed your confidence."
We're stretched out on the couch together, and for the past while, James has been mesmerized by how my hair catches the afternoon light.
"You're far more optimistic than I'll ever be. I'm the pragmatist in this partnership." He smiles before pressing his lips to mine. "You need my grounding."
